I’m a Dad

I’m dada

Liam has been saying “dadada” a lot lately. We’re not sure yet if he’s actually referring to me, but he does seem to say it a lot when I get home from work. He says “dadada dadada” and reaches for my head so he can try to put my hair in his mouth. He doesn’t just put it in his mouth and then take it out again, either. If he gets a hold of you, you’re guaranteed a good drenching. I try to keep a towel handy for post-Liam encounters. Maybe “dadada” means “get ready, ’cause I’m gonna wet you up!”